I mean, here was a crazy woman,desperate for sex. Thankfully his own hornyness won over his fears. He openedhis car door, and invited me in.I pounced ...n him kissing him. I fubled with his pants until his cock was free.I pressed my body against his.. "Baby, rub your hands all over my body," I ordered, and he obeyed. His touchfelt soo good. I started ripping off all my clothes, so I could feel hisstrong hands on me more."Rough! I like it rough!" I demanded. He began rubbing me so hard it. Everyone there was dressed in our native Celtic dress. All the men and older boys had Kilts on and the women had pleated skirts. After the funeral we were told to go to a club where drink and food were waiting. My mother didn't want to go so she went back home. Not wanting to turn down free drinks I went with one of my uncles. We didn't get the name of the club, just directions and told we couldn't miss it. We decided to stay in our clothes and drove to the neighborhood where it was, we pulled. That night as I got into bed my cock was already hard even without seeing or thinking of mum naked, the pain was unbearable but I didn't know what to do maybe a midnight trip to the bathroom would help me out. My mum came into the bedroom naked as usual and I closed my eyes but just got the same sight there as well, eventually I drifted off to sleep and had one of my many dreams about my mum.This one was one of my favourites we were in woods and naked as a new born baby, I was sat on the tree. ‘Do admire my freesia’s parson. Aren’t they precious?’ ‘Er um, er what?’ She indicated the floral decorations. ‘The flowers parson. The purple pelargonium and the freesia’s look divine, don’t they?’ The clergyman returned her smile languidly. ‘You’ve a good many blossoms here today, Miss Hancock, and they’re all quite lovely.’ ‘Preferable to a roomful of moonfaced bishops, I dare say.’ The parson wiped his ruddy face with an handkerchief. ”Eminently so. And if the church fete could be as.